Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. He wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Interpreter and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Onyx (20 gp). Amethyst (140 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a pastel coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He has brown hair. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Thervan was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mercenary. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 3000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a longsword on his belt. He has white hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Eiravel liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Locksmith; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Azurite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.